A/N This is JoJo's back story and his perspective on Edward dying. He's some kind of littler tender engine.

I'm JoJo and I came to Sodor to replace an engine whose name was Edward after he had a boiler explosion and his smokebox flew off. I was on a heritage railway, but I needed an overhaul. They had me on static display, until they could afford my overhaul. Due to my uncertain future, I asked them to sell me to the NWR. I could see a possibility of being on display for quite a long time. Another engine on the line told me about Sodor needing an engine to run the Brendam branch line as that engine had a sibling on Sodor and they communicated through letters dictated to their drivers. Someone told me I'm idealistic, so I likely had an idealized view of Sodor. My friend at the heritage railway said Sodor's a safe place for us, as long as we're Really Useful. Living engines are scrapped there only if they die and there's no push to put them on display at the museum.

I was built, then named and given life, then tested and put to work on the railway. Here on Sodor, the place I was built gets called the Mainland and the railway where we were working, if we did work on the Mainland, The Other Railway. I had 2 "Other Railways", the one that built me, then the heritage railway. As a mixed-traffic engine, I pulled trucks and coaches both on my first railway, then tourist trains on the heritage railway. I'm not a big engine, but I'm strong. I've got a big heart, giving my siblings and friends empathy and inspiration to help them see from a new perspective when sad. Not all my siblings are alive, just one at a museum and me. As our numbers dwindled to what they are now, I comforted the remaining ones. I lost many friends when the diesels started to take over on the rails. During what we called The Great Scrapping on my first railway, we shed a great many tears, us sentient engines. I've still got a memory of my sister, now in a museum, wailing whenever one of us of a friend of her got scrapped. When it was one of our siblings, I was broken-hearted by her grief, buffer pressing her and joining her in her wailing, which went on without stopping until she could shed no more tears. Julia's her name and she was overwhelmed with grief when any friend of hers died, even a human friend, like her retired crew. She bawled her eyes out from every loss. Even her crew retiring made her weepy, like when her first driver said it was his last day, she cried her eyes out. He dried her tears as she cried herself to sleep. She's always been a sensitive soul, ready to open the floodgates and let tears fall like when she's been hurt. As someone who cares very much about others' feelings, anyone close to me with a need to talk, maybe even cry to someone, has always been able to use me as buffers to cry on.

Here now, Edward's friends have cried to me, like Thomas and Henry. If one of them's busy when the other needs a friend to cry to, then come to me. I meet Henry at the junction of the branch line I took over from Edward because he's too big for branch lines. Henry told me Gordon's not very sympathetic, though they and Edward were all friends in Edward's Sodor life. He told me he cries with Thomas in Knapford because of Thomas's branch line being like mine, as in he's big for it. Because I'm extremely caring and want others to be happy, I struggle when dealing with grief, but want to do what I can to help a friend in grief. My siblings that are scrapped, I believe, I could meet on The Big Railway In the Sky. At least the ones like me, as I'm uncertain if they all believed. Some of them wouldn't talk about it. Julia told me she believed. I don't know if she died at the museum, because if a living engine dies while on display, they just look lifeless in the face, but otherwise like they're sleeping. I just know I shan't be scrapped as long as I'm Really Useful. If I die, I might be scrapped or displayed. Maybe I could choose, as I could choose to be overhauled or not here on Sodor. Not all the engines off Sodor are alive, so not everyone on The Other Railway respects us being alive. Sometimes, life as an engine's hard, but I'd remain a living engine even if given the choice to be a faceless one.

A/N The ones not named when built are faceless in my Thomasverse. I'm doing my other engine OCs next.